It was THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Which had inspired the little boy
Which showed him that this life
Ain't a mere toy

It wasn't just the poem
It were those subtle rhymes
Which made the boy think
Which amused him at that time

The boy started to wonder
Could I write like that
That one little moment
Made him done the thinker's hat

He decided to write something
But what was the question
And that's when Robert Frost
Became his inspiration

He decided to mimic his style
To write something of that kind
Which may not inspire much
But would show a confused mind

So he sat down one day
It slowly started to unravel
His first ever poem
The one he named TRAVEL

After a month of writing blogs
He finally solved the mystery
The boy that you know
Finally took to poetry

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THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

~Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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This poem by Robert Frost has been my source of inspiration ever since.

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It doesn't matter how
It doesn't matter when
What matters, is to START
To take that first step

You may start at five
You may start at fifty
But what matters
Is to keep doing it

Word by word
Line by line
Stanza by stanza
Just keep on doing it

For once, be that stubborn child...